BLACK BUTTERFLY
Ebonaceae, shimmery wing tips
slicing light
prismatic glimpses coming, going
that shows a path to the heights
an upward spiral
As you move sweet butterfly
I can follow by the music
of your flight song
the sweet bluesy medley
the hauntingly clear echo
of your earnest trial
to reach
Then there is the snap
a crescendoing clash
and like lucifer
plunging after the fall
with wings folded
as if in prayer
you spiral downward
and settle softly
to the ground
like thistledown
Sing Nina please
about going back home
and being free
and being released
sing for my
sweet
black
butterfly.
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